Mommy The Therapist – Sloansmoans

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I come to tuck you in at night and give you loving little pecks. You mean everything to me, son. I love you so much… though I did catch you in my home office earlier this afternoon. You had a curious look on your face. I decide to ask you about it. I remind you I’m a therapist, that you can talk to me about anything. You bring up the books you found… that special, forbidden, taboo word you’re unfamiliar with was written across nearly every book. I tell you what it means… and I begin to confess to you how I’ve become obsessed with that particular category of patients. I explain how I’ve encouraged my patients to parttake in those most forbidden, most taboo acts and some have even led to conception. I start feeling so tingly talking to you about “it” that i have one more confession: I’ve fantasized about what it would be like for me to commit those acts with someone I love, someone I’m close with and furthermore, to be bred by them… more specifically, you. I sensually, gently, begin to seduce you after several minutes of talking. I feel your hardness and I know you must feel the same way I feel. I tell you that it’s okay, I’ll take care of you. My mouth finds it’s way to your massive cock. I’m stunned at your size. I sensually kiss and lick your cock in the most motherly of ways. I tell you this is how I was meant to love you. But… I need more now. You hesistate but i reassure you. Having sex is instinctual, all you have to do is move your hips to the rythym of the sensations you feel. I lay before you and guide you into me. Being filled by you is pure ecstasy. Our sex is more intense, stronger, more meaningful because… well, you know why. I moan your name and when you start to feel funny I tell you that it’s time to breed me. Time to fill my womb. Time to impregnate me…